In the quiet of the night, I ponder,
Beneath the vast and twinkling sky,
Who am I, a soul to wander,
In the world’s unending sigh?

Shadows dance within my mind,
Echoes of what I used to be,
Searching for a self to find,
In the depths of identity.

The mirror shows a face I know,
Yet foreign eyes stare back at me,
A story written long ago,
In the ink of history.

Embracing all that I have been,
And all that I will come to be,
The journey of the self within,
Is the essence of identity.